There is a slowness on the throttle   Possibility at hand   Painted out of a corner   Brakes to bind the strands      To decide within the barstore   Overshadows feeding in the lurch   Just survived by a stone's throw   The decision wheel's at work      Used to be found it temporary   Sirens stir the seeds of regret   Gathered clouds are unleashing   Sounds to walk and place your bet      Squatters on high stations   The talkers that hold sway   The verbal backslide rushes out   Like grapeshot-fine spray      No anchor drops sanctuary   No earmark begins to show   No finding it uncovered   Just a wide swing tremolo      Broken-down lessons learned   Redeemed on epitaphs   Pop line folded regulars   With countance to switchback      Echo farewell to midnight   To the loneliness of the chase   To the minutes passed as red letter   To the vision fields defaced      No pangs provide the levy   Breaking out of the throes   No revelry decided   Just a wide swing tremolo      No mercy in a pokerface   Went in here before you go   No sentence yet decided   Just a wide swing tremolo